Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Oct 30, 2011 10:15:15 GMT -5
The War begins, now.
So many metaphors are
jumbling around in my head,
cross roads and cobwebs meshing together
tangling together,
and I'm lost in it's kaleidoscope distortion.
Myriad is no longer a word,
but a lifestyle,
and all of it leads to confusion.
I look down,
unease tasting of leftover dinner.
I look down,
and realize I am afraid.
October 28, 2011.
So many metaphors are
jumbling around in my head,
cross roads and cobwebs meshing together
tangling together,
and I'm lost in it's kaleidoscope distortion.
Myriad is no longer a word,
but a lifestyle,
and all of it leads to confusion.
I look down,
unease tasting of leftover dinner.
I look down,
and realize I am afraid.
October 28, 2011.